The things they say...

Love and I went to Fredrikstad today. It's a town on the other side of the fjord that has its own "old town" with older houses, cobbled streets and old fashioned shops.
Absolutely worth spending a day on!

But in the car on our way back, we had a somewhat interesting conversation. We were talking about our relationship (nothing scary and serious), when I say:
"But if Legolas knocks on our door, you're in serious trouble" (joke between us. I don't fancy many celebs at all, but Tolkien's Legolas, as in the elf, not the actor Orlando Bloom, I would of course boink)
Love replies "Well, he won't be looking pretty after his rendevous with Sting from Pakistan!" (I have a Sting sword replica, with the letters Pakistan ingraved on the blade)
Me: "You would jump attack an elf with a blunt sword from Pakistan?" (me thinking Love had some serious Black Knight syndrome going on. The Black Knight always triumphs!)
Love: "Well, many good things have come out of Pakistan, you know."
Me: "Oh really? Name one!"
Love: "..."
Me: "See?"
Love, still thinking: "Well, I can't think of anything right now! Oh wait! Bombers!" (Love displaying a rather sick sense of humour)
Me: "Errr... what?"
Love: "Well, not really. But they have interesting shops!"
Me: "What kind of shops?"
Love: "You know... pakistani shops! In Oslo!"
Me: "Yeah, sure..."
Love, realizing he's being riddiculous, ends the discussion there, while I sit quietly to remember the whole silly conversation so that I can type it up in my blog the minute I get home.


(BTW, he did manage to tape Gilmore Girls for me, so crisis averted.)